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My shoes recieved many compliments. We are pleased.

In some mad fit, I signed up to work a Saturday shift. 8am to 2pm. We'll see how long I can stand it. Well, the overtime would be nice I suppose.

A postcard from Budapest, mailed from Moscow. Neato.

Fits of madness, and I can't quite decide where my brain has gone lately. My sleep is terrible. So much so that I took a three and a half hour nap this afternoon before I went to work. Well, I'm awake now.

I wrote a brilliant sentence, but I forgot where I put it. Damn.

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I always intend to get up and do things when I wake up so early. But instead I too often find myself curled up with a beverage, the doors open on the breeze, and usually watching a movie.

We need that DVD tower. The DVDs are invading. There will be more.

I dreamed that someone brought me a poem written by their new girlfriend, about what a cruel person I am. It was absurd to say the least.

Drama in the fandoms... I have nothing really constructive to add to points made by someone recently other than to second the motion that everyone needs to be less passive aggressive about stuff.

Moving along, I'm going to make pizza and talk to Rach and be merry.